After Song Qingxiao climbed up, he leaned against the cliff and gasped.

The moment Mr. Zhou let go, he lost his reliance on protection, and was suddenly shocked, and his hand instinctively grabbed it.

He was also lucky, and when his hand was raised, the hand that locked the silver lockbox was raised, and the box was thrown up, and it hit the tree with a 'bell', and the box slid down with a 'whoosh', and the chain hung right in the middle of the branch.

When Mr. Zhou fell down again, the silver suitcase was horizontal, just enough to jam the tree.

With the sound of 'bang' after the chain was tightened, Mr. Zhou's downward speed was stopped.

"Ah......" Although Mr. Zhou's body was steady, his mouth let out a painful scream.

He locked the box to his wrist, and when it got stuck, his body slid down on the moss.

The bones of the wrist could not bear this weight, and the bones between the wrists made a chilling tearing sound, and the fractures of the bones were clearly visible from the skin between the wrists.

The lock slipped to the palm bone of his hand and stuck, scraping off large chunks of skin, blood slowly oozing out of the tender white flesh, rolling down.

"Ahhh......h

Just by looking at the injury, you can imagine the intense pain.

Mr. Zhou's face was as white as gold paper in an instant, and he almost fainted under this severe pain.

His body couldn't help but start to twitch, but with a strong will to survive, he still screamed a few times, and began to kick his legs up in a trembling way, trying to relieve the pressure on his hands.

'Whoa, whoa', he breathed heavily, cold sweat broke out, and after kicking a few times, his feet rubbed off the moss on the ground, and finally climbed up nearly ten centimeters.

The straightened chain was bent down, and the box stuck in the middle of the treetops had room to maneuver, and it fell down with a 'bell'.

He trembled and climbed to the tree, but he had no more strength, and the pain made his movements stiff and sluggish.

The box was still stuck in the middle of the treetops, his arm on the chain, his palm hanging down at an abnormal angle, as if he had lost consciousness.

Blood flowed down his wrist, and Mr. Zhou tried to raise his other hand several times to take the box off, but every time he raised his arm, it seemed to involve a wound, and after several times, his snot and tears flew together, as if his strength was exhausted, so he had to carefully adjust his body, sit with his back against the treetops, and look at Song Qingxiao who was sitting on the side of the cliff wall vigilantly.

Mr. Zhou couldn't maintain the dignity of a rich man at this moment, his face was blue, and his lips were trembling with pain.

His hair was soaked with sweat and clinged firmly to his scalp and cheeks.

He trembled uncontrollably, and his eyes were full of yin owl and murderous intent.

After the two were temporarily safe, they had the opportunity to check their surroundings.

This is one of the edges of the cliff, about two meters long, quite narrow, about seventy or eighty centimeters apart.

The place is not big, and you can almost sweep it at a glance.

It was not steady, it was sloped, the ridge was covered with moss, and an unknown dwarf tree grew on the edge of the cliff, not tall, but the main branches were extremely thick, firmly rooted in the stone crevices of the cliff.

It is precisely because of this that when she and Mr. Zhou fell, she was lucky to hit a tree and broke the branch, but she was still blocked by the tree and fell into this narrow platform, saving Mr. Zhou's life for the time being.

The canopy was not thick, and the branches were crushed a lot, making it even more sparse.

The trees are sparsely populated with some unknown red berries, each about the size of a longan, and they are extremely showy.

Mr. Zhou leaned against the tree, because Song Qingxiao's eyes were still trembling, causing some broken branches and leaves in the treetop to make a 'rope' sound because of his movements.

Song Qingxiao sat with her back against the cliff, gasping for breath.

She could feel Mr. Zhou's gaze, so she ignored it for the time being, but picked up the dagger and looked at it.

The handle of the dagger was slightly warm, but to her surprise, the tip of the dagger was not damaged in the slightest.

Previously, in order to slow down her falling figure, she inserted the dagger into the cliff, and when Mr. Zhou fell down and dragged her to hold her, the force of the two fell dragged the dagger downward.

At that time, the dagger blade made a screeching sound when it struck the stone, and sparks flew everywhere, and in this case, the dagger capital was not damaged, what is the origin of this dagger?

She gasped and looked uncertain.

At present, it is certain that this dagger is extraordinary, and such a thing is not something that ordinary people can have.

But if this dagger is extremely special, it must not be an ordinary person who owns it in the first place.

He was from an ordinary background, dependent on his mother, and had nothing else worth noting except for having a father who had a criminal record, why was he killed in the first place?

She has no enemies, she has followed the rules since she was a child, is she caring? Is it a coincidence? Or was it an accident, it was just that the man suddenly wanted to kill someone on a whim, and he just happened to bump into it?

Song Qing flashed several thoughts in his heart in an instant, and before he had time to think about it, his ears keenly caught the sound of clothes groping.

She raised her head vigilantly, such a subtle movement was enough to make Mr. Zhou frightened.

He had murderous intent on these trialists, who were highly skilled and of unknown origin, knew each other, and were most likely organized groups.

This time, after his goal was achieved, he had the heart to kill people.

Song Qingxiao should also know this.

If there are many people, and the wolf and others are by his side, Mr. Zhou is naturally fearless.

But now that the two of them fell in the same place at the same time, and there was no one else around, Song Qingxiao's every move made Mr. Zhou tremble.

This woman has great strength, not to be underestimated, he swallowed his saliva, the killing intent flashed in his eyes, and his hand trembled and slowly reached into the placket.

Song Qingxiao didn't miss Mr. Zhou's subtle movements, she pursed her lips, and her eyes fell on Mr. Zhou, and then fell on the box he hung on the treetops.

As soon as he was stared at by her, Mr. Zhou's scalp tightened, and a bad premonition came to his heart, seeing Song Qing get up in a small gesture, his cheeks twitched, like a frightened quail:

"Sit down!"

As he spoke, his hand touched his chest, as if he had touched the backbone of the heart:

"Sit down!" The succession of encounters seemed to break Mr. Zhou's composure, and he quickly changed his mind: "Go back to your previous position!" ”

He took out a pistol from his pocket, aimed the muzzle at Song Qingxiao, even though his face was extremely ugly, he tried his best to raise the corners of his mouth, showing a cunning and smug smile:

"Get down on your knees, turn your back to me, and be honest."

Turning your back to him at this time is tantamount to looking for death.

Of course, it was impossible for Song Qingxiao to do this, and she even couldn't help but laugh when she heard Mr. Zhou's words.

This laugh seemed to anger Mr. Zhou, and his face first showed anger, and then turned into ruthlessness:

"Hmph......" He endured the pain, and every word seemed to be quite difficult:

"I didn't want to kill you so early."

There was a grim look in his eyes, "But now ......"

Before Mr. Zhou's words fell, the fingers on the trigger had not yet exerted force, and on the treetop behind him, a branch seemed to come to life, quietly bent down, and landed on Mr. Zhou's shoulder, opened his mouth with a 'hiss', and spit out a bright red letter.

People have incredible acumen when it comes to life and death, and so does Mr. Zhou.

When he was about to kill Song Qingxiao, his scalp was numb, and in the interference of the wind and heartbeat and his wheezing, he keenly caught this subtle 'hiss', instinctively turned his head, and happened to meet the thin snake that secretly climbed onto his shoulder at some point.